Dear reader,
Lara's sexually explicit misadventures continue.
These are the four next chapters.
Again, if you are looking for any form of realism please skip this story.
Lara discovers some forbidden pleasures at the hand of Frankie, the lanky campus janitor. Will she give in to her lustful desires?
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You will find some elements of:
Humiliation/Degradation,
Forced Exhibition,
Spanking,
Masturbation,
Anal play, and a bit of urination...
Please let me know your thoughts and vote!
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Chapter 4 - Rimmed
It took a few minutes for the both of them to recover from their orgasmic high.
As her wits returned to her, Lara started feeling so very dirty.
The low that sometimes follows such a high was now taking hold of her state of mind.
His fingers were still lodged deep within her holes.
The humiliation of knowing that his calloused dirty hands were touching her most tender and intimate flesh was unnerving.
She feared that this further disgrace would again feed her sexual arousal.
Now that she had experienced a release of some sort and regained some control, she wanted to move away from him before the sexual stimulation got her hot and bothered all over again.
Lara did not comprehend why her body was reacting the way it was. It was madness, and she dreaded the idea of succumbing to such an out-of-control primal lust again.
His invading digits felt like hot irons searing her tender flesh and she wanted them out before she got burnt again.
She tried relaxing and loosening all her inner muscles.
She opened herself up and shifted her weight forward. She wiggled away from the man's grip, freeing herself bit-by-bit.
It had been so long since Frankie had experienced such a powerful release that he needed more time to recover. He was still zoned out from his euphoric high.
The older man had been celibate for years.
His marriage had disintegrated after his return from the long Afghan War due to his severe PTSD.
He had struggled for years with the disease which had also cost him his job with the Army.
By the time he had finally managed to regain some balance in his life, he was in his late thirties.
Since then, his relationship with women had been failures and, as the years went on, even the casual encounters had waned down to a drought.
Now in his mid-forties, Frankie had not had any physical contact with a woman in over three years, maybe more. Who knew?
He had forgotten how good the silky wet tender inner flesh of a woman felt. He had missed the luscious sensations of a woman's arousal so much.
He wanted more and the lustful desires that had laid dormant for so long were flowing through his veins for the first time in a long time.
When Lara began moving, he was brought back to reality.
She was slowly slipping away from his fingers, but he did not want to let her go.
The soft sensation of her hot sex was addictive. He was hungry for more of it.
In a flash, he removed his probing hand.
"Ah!" Lara let out, surprised. The sudden indelicate move felt like the ripping of a bandage on her sensitive flesh.
She was relieved, thinking that this ordeal was over, but she misunderstood Frankie's intentions.
Abruptly, his two powerful hands took hold of her hips and lifted her bottom high in the air.
She was now upside down with her head between his knees, her shoulders on his lap, her knees on his shoulders. Her holes a few inches from his face. It was almost as if they were in a 69 position, except that her head was stuck between his legs.
She was totally and completely exposed to him, and she could feel the air of his excited breath on her exposed sex and asshole.
He admired her feminine charms for a few seconds before leaning and diving into the most lascivious of French kisses.
He was like a man seeking his first drop of water after a long journey through the dessert.
There was fever, excitement and passion in this X-rated smooch.
There was no hesitation, no timidity. He was a man on a mission.
He stuck out his strong tongue and started lapping her at her clitoral hood. He lapped every inch of her pussy until he reached her perineum. He then dug into her tender moist flesh and fucked her as deep as his tongue would let him.
"Ooh! Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooooh!" Lara quickly surrendered to his tongue lashing and exploded in ecstasy.
As she was left panting to recover from this assault on her senses, he parted her cheeks and lowered his tongue into her rosebud.
"Aw!... What the...?" Lara exhaled in surprise.
She had never been rimmed before.
None of her boyfriends had been sophisticated enough to do that.
It felt strange. It felt so dirty... but so good!
The young woman was overtaken in by the janitor's passion.
Her sexual excitement which had been constantly simmering thanks to the never-ending shame she was feeling, had quickly been brought back to a thunderous boil.
Frankie kept on darting his tongue into her ass. He went in deeper with every thrust and she relished it all.
She relaxed and allowed his probing.
It felt so naughty! ...and the forbidden aspect of this lewd act redoubled her arousal.
"Aw!... M...mmmm....mister!...Aw!... That's so good! Aw...! It's so soft! Aw! S...sss... Sir! Please! Deee... Deee... Deeper! Aw! It's sssso soft! It's sssso sweet! I'm melting! Sir! Sir! Sir!" she encouraged Frankie with every penetration.
Intuitively, she sensed that she could not call him by his first name. She had mistreated him so many times in the past... Their relationship had been profoundly altered by the current situation and she needed to convey to him a newfound form of respect.
A storm was brewing within her; so many opposite emotions were converging and conflicting at the same time. She was ashamed and that shame turned her on. She was disgusted by Frankie and his tongue in her poop-hole, but the dirty act made her feel so good. She did not want him to touch her, but he had made her so wet and she wanted and needed to cum.
Her mind was splitting.
The debilitating disgrace made her want to escape and zone out from the current situation. She wanted to escape and leave her body.
However, the unbridled pleasure kept on calling her back into the moment.
She felt Frankie's dick swell up again as her tits pressed into it and his excitement made her own rise further.
Her sex was on fire and needed tending. With one of her hands she reached for it.
"Aw!" she exhaled surprised to feel herself so wet.
She did not recall having ever felt herself so hot, so moist, so ready.
She now needed to feel Frankie's sex.
She let go of her pussy and began fumbling around in search of the janitor's zipper.
It wasn't easy as she balanced on his knees but the man was holding firm onto her hips.
It took her a minute to find the opening in his pants and she struggled to pass her hand through it as she could not see anything with her head between his legs.
If she had not been so excited, she probably would have been disgusted by the icky feel of the cum he had spurted in his briefs earlier.
But then when she reached to grab onto his little pecker, it only made her more excited.
He was as small as she had pictured it. He was probably less than 4 inches long and skinny.
He felt like a little bird that fit snugly in her hand and she began rubbing the sensitive underside of his dick just beneath his head with her thumb.
"Aw! Aw! Aw!" Frankie began to moan in unison with Lara.
The soft and tender friction on this most sensitive part was driving the man insane. Not only did he have a small pecker but the lack of sexual activity had rendered his sexual stamina inexistent. He was prone to premature ejaculations.
"Aw! Aw! Aaaawww!" he exclaimed quickly as he ejaculated in her hand.
"Aw! Aw! Aw!" she responded as his orgasm provoked hers once again.
With a few more strokes of her thumb she had milked him to another copious load. She was surprised that such a small penis could produce so much sperm.
As she pondered these thoughts, she suddenly felt the man lifting her up again to sit her on the floor in front of him.
They were both panting as they stared at each other.
Chapter 5 - The Peeing Incident
"That's some kinky shit there, girl!" he stated once his breathing slowed down.
She turned an even deeper shade of red.
"Tell you what..." he continued. "if you got no one to help you this weekend, I'll take you in."
He paused for a few second to formulate his thoughts.
"But I got to get more of that sweet, tender pussy of yours
..and I want you naked... nude... in the buff ...for the entire time that you are with me," pausing mid-sentence for dramatic effect.
"If not...
...then pick your poison...
...either you call your other bitchy cheerleader friends. You work it out with them. ...but I heard them laughing on the other side of the door earlier. I'm sure they have a few more games they'd like to play with your naked ass.
...or we could go see if those basketball players of yours were done playing?
....or ...I could also call the dean ...that's probably the safest thing for my future.
Should I do that?" he finished with a smile.
She shook her head from side-to-side negatively and stared at him defeated.
"So, what is it going to be?" he asked.
In one respect, she was too proud and too stubborn to call anyone of her cheerleading squad for help. They were the ones responsible for this whole mess and misery in the first place.
Calling the dean was a nonstarter.
She was shaken.
The notion of needing the help of this guy...
...this man... that she had tormented and disrespected for the past four years...
...and then... she would be naked, exposed and at his mercy.
That thought was as degrading and humiliating as things could get.
She knew that he had rescued her from the group of boys, and she shuddered to think what would have happened next if he had not intervened. He had rescued her and despite the constant humiliation that was driving her mad with desire, she felt protected with him.
